Dear Violet,I envy you. My boy chases me down and I know I can't run. I can't hide. He always finds me. He picks me up. At least he stopped picking me up by my head. I didn't like that. But carries me and makes me lay down with him. I have to purr and make nice.

Wow, what a great shot. I can't believe the kitty actually diverted my attention from Bob, with her bliss-face. Am a bit jealous because I finally, after years of asking my daughter (who is older than Bob) things like "would you whirl grandma around by the neck like that? Because that's what you're doing with Tru -- she's as old as grandma... for a cat" she has finally chilled out and learned how to treat our ancient pet.